Sophie gives the best ever buzz by Jack

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Note: the following is a true story containing explicit M/F content




It was a warm, Sunday evening, and my heart was racing. Mentally I had marked this day in my head; physically I marked it in my phone calendar: 'Get rid of it'.

My mouth was dry as I said to my girlfriend, Sophie, 'Are you still up for cutting my hair?' in the most casual way possible. 'Yeah, absolutely!' she surprisingly chirped. Sophie liked my hair longer, so this enthusiasm was a surprise. I had mentioned it to her some months ago I wanted to return to a buzzcut I had had in the past and suggested she do the honours, but assumed she had forgotten. Clearly not.

'Well, there's nothing to stop us doing it tonight?... like, now', I said, sweat beginning to form on my palms. 'Yeah, that's fine. Where do you want to do it?' she asked. Oh my god. This was happening. Stay calm. 'Outside might be easier for the clean up', I replied. 'Cool, let me go change my top'. She said. I couldn't believe how nonchalant she was. I hurried upstairs to grab the tools. A handheld mirror. A beard trimmer. The cape that had been gathering dust since before I met Sophie and my thick hair grew out. And most importantly, the clipper set. After taking one last look at the dense inch of hair covering my head, I hurried downstairs, into the garden, and began to set up our barber shop.

Sophie then emerged from the house. She was wearing a top that was only just big enough for her, and a pair of tight fitting lounge shorts. 'You going to take your top off then?' She asked. I dutifully slid out of my tshirt, and began attaching the barber's cape to my neck and sat down, beside the clippers. I was oddly calm, despite the months of excitement and anticipation built up inside me.


'Okay... what do I do?' she asked. Sophie had never cut hair before. Aside from a few DIY head shaves 10 years ago, neither had I. But plenty of videos had been watched. I showed her how to put a guard on, change the taper lever and explained a small number was a shorter cut. I could tell she didn't take it all in.

'Right, I want it short... remember how we met? Like that'. That was a small lie. I was sporting a 2 on top and a skin fade when we met 8 years ago. I was attaching a grade 1... I adjusted the clipper lever to a 1.5 and presented the side of my head to her. 'Just do a few strips with that' I said. Sophie carefully pressed in the clippers and began cutting. The path the clippers followed was over a 3 week old skin fade, meaning barely any hair fell. 'Cool, now push that lever, and go over the bottom part'. Again, Sophie did this, sending tiny pieces of hair flying. She stopped, leaving the start of a nice blend. 'Very good!' I said sincerely. 'I know you like it longer on top, so we know we could do two different guards!' I told her. 'I just don't know which one to choose for the top...' I paused, Sophie waited... 'f*** it, we're doing this, let's do it properly. One on top. Keep the lever like it is, and do that all over my head'. The clippers danced into life. Sophie offered little resistance or complaints. She started straight away, and I could tell she was concentrating as she began reducing the 1.5 down to an even stubble.


'Big question then...what hair styles donI get on the way? Old man? Mullet? Ronaldo hair?' I asked. 'Hmmm. I want you to have a mohawk!' she smiled. Given how she liked my longer hair, I was stunned she was this happy. 'Nice choice!'. Sophie continued. First, she mirrored the buzzed patch on the other side of my head, almost giving me a mini mullet. 5 more swipes completed the side of my head. 'That's way too wide for a mohawk! I need to do the top. Are you sure??' she asked me. '100%. Give me your mohawk!' I instructed. She adjusted her grip and sent a huge swipe over the left hand part of my scalp, then again on the right. Hair rained down, most hitting my shoulders or the floor, but some ran down to my throbbing lap. I was in a state of ecstasy as I glanced at my new look in the hand mirror. 'It's like De Niro in Taxi Driver!' she laughed.


'I think it's time though, straight down the middle' she said. Before I could process this, she had repositioned the clippers and pushed them down the middle of my head. Stubble replaced the thick mess that was there moments before, and two thin strips were left as remnants of my shortlived mohawk. 'Let me have a go!' I said. I wanted to have fun too. I was handed the clippers and went to work on one of the strips, reducing the hair to virtually nothing. My heart was pounding, I couldn't believe she was doing this to me, as she sent the final strip of hair tumbling down.


Despite having the time of my life and being desperate to grab hold of her, we still had work to do. I looked a mess, there were still long wisps of hair that had somehow avoided the clippers, and shadows that hadn't quite been buzzed to the shortest possible length. 'We need to do a bit more work' I smirked to her. I explained it wouldn't hurt me, and she would have to go over my whole head a few times to get that perfect buzz. I had five perfect minutes of the clippers dancing over my scalp, and the sound slowly became a consistent hum, rather than the loud zap of the clipper finding a hair to shave off. I was left with a perfectly buzzed head. My heart was beating out of my chest. 'Like it?' I asked. 'I actually do!' smiled Sophie, 'but I really want to do the shorter' she said. Wow. This experience would carry on for a bit, I guess.

We snapped on the 1/2 guard I had ordered and Sophie began repeating the process around the side of my head. The tiniest hairs rained down, as an even shorter covering or stubble appeared. She was a natural, instinctively flicking up as she reached the 3mm of hair on top. I glanced in the mirror, and my hair looked fantastic. The mischievous part of me wanted to 'accidentally' get her to take a chunk from the top of my head to make the haircut even more brutal, but she had done such a fantastic job I didn't want to take that away.

The clippers snapped to silence. 'You have absolutely smashed this!' I grinned, rubbing my newly shaved head. 'Thanks, I'm impressed with myself' she replied. 'Do you hate it?' I asked, nervously. Sophie laughed. 'Absolutely not. I should have had more faith in you, you really suit it! You look so sexy and handsome. It will almost like being with a different man whilst I get used to it though' she laughed. 'I'm covered in your hair, can you clear up out here, I'm gonna have a shower' she said, and hurried in as the sun was dipping lower. I dutifully uncaped, and gathered my shorn hair into two big handfuls. 'How was this on my head!?' I thought to myself as I sprinkled the hair into the rubbish bin. I gathered the tools from my haircut and as I headed inside caught a sight of my topless self in the mirror. The sunlight shone onto my scalp, giving me the skinhead look and making me ignore the fine shadow of hair had covering my head. I smiled, and rubbed my scalp for about the 40th time that evening.


I headed upstairs to see Sophie by the bathroom. She was completely naked. 'Care to join me?' she asked. I was already taking my shorts off.


We bundled into the shower together and passionately kissed. The warm jet of water was a shock to my scalp-so long protected by my now destroyed hair-but Sophie's hands deflected the water as she rubbed my head. 'I love you' she whispered. 'I love you too baby' I whispered back. Within moments, we were both moaning as my cock entered her, the steam from the shower making us lightheaded. The most intense orgasms followed, and I was weak kneed as I left the shower. I grabbed a towel, and it was like velcro as I rubbed it over my head, instantly drying my hair.


We had sex twice more that night, and it felt momentous every time, as she looked into my eyes, and the memory of her saying how sexy my shaved head was sparked through my mind. The following morning, as we both woke up, I gave her oral sex for 20 minutes, licking intensely as she rubbed my head. Every time my tongue circled her clitoris, she seemed to rub my shaved scalp. The feeling was incredible for both of us. As she climaxed for a third time that morning, her body trembling, I moved up to her. She put her hand on my throbbing cock as she got her breath back. I whispered in her ear... 'you like the new me then'. She grabbed my cock harder. 'I love it, my handsome buzzcut boy.'

'So you'll carry on being my barber then?' I smiled. 'Please let me' grinned Sophie. With that, she climbed atop of me, and slid my hard dick into her pussy in seconds. As she began riding my cock and moaned, she slowly moved her hands over my chest and face to push her soft hands over my stubble. I watched her stare intensely at my scalp for just a second, as she smiled, closed her eyes as another climax ripped through her body.

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